Some really fucked up writing

It was a bright and cheerful day up in the Crystal Empire, home to the Princess of love, Cadance, her fiancé Anon, and their very rebellious daughter Flurry Heart. For Cadance, the day was pretty standard: mountains of paperwork to do, and day court to run. She occasionally got some help from Anon, however most of the time he spent either at his own place of work, or with their daughter.

Ever since Cadance had decided to divorce Shining Armor, Anon had always done his best to ensure that Flurry was looked after to the best of his ability, as he loved her like his own.

Quite often he did he find it difficult to deal with her, however, as she was now at that age. And that was the current predicament that Anon found himself in.

“But daaaad!” Flurry whined, looking disdainfully up at her surrogate father.

“I said no. I may be quite a fucked up person in some regards, but I will not allow you to dye your mane and tail black!” Anon adamantly responded, giving Flurry the best serious face he could muster.

“But I look so silly with a pink and blue mane!”

Anon sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “Look, your mom would (probably) kill me if she found out I allowed you to dye your mane and tail.”

“Pleeeeease?!” She begged, deciding it was time to use her secret weapon: the puppy dog eyes.

To his credit, Anon managed to hold his serious face for a good five seconds or so before it melted away, unable to resist the urge to pick her up and hug her.

“You ponies are way too cute. Why do you always do this to me?” He asked, defeated.

“Because I know it always works.”

“Fine. You can dye your mane and tail, but I know that when your mom sees you all hell’s probably gonna break loose. Or she’s gonna join in” He whispered the last part to himself.

“Thanks, dad. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

After a few more seconds Anon put her down, and proceeded to put his hands on his hips. “You know something. I’m getting a bit tired of doing the same thing every day. I have the entire day off, you want your mane dyed, I see this as a perfect opportunity to have a bit of fun, being the responsible adult that I’m not.”

Flurry gave him an inquisitive look, unsure of what he was getting at.

“I really don’t care if I get it in the neck later, your mom can never stay mad too long, so I’m going to do something almost completely bat-shit crazy today. Something I’ve been wanting to do for quite a long time, honestly, and I think you’ll like it.”

Flurry was now the definition of confused, looking at him like he had already gone crazy, which might have been an accurate description.

“I’m just gonna say two things first. One, I will never hurt you. Two, if you want me to stop at any point, just say the word ‘weite’.”

“I have absolutely no idea what you’re on about dad. But I trust you.”

“Excellent.” Anon said happily, even clapping his hands together and rubbing them. “Come with me then, sweetie.” Anon then did a u-turn, spinning on one heel, and started walking purposefully up to his and Cadance’s bedroom. Flurry was walking beside but slightly behind him, her head a flurry of thoughts of what could possibly be going on in her dad’s head.

~

A few minutes later found Anon rummaging through a very large chest, Flurry sitting idly on the bed, trying her best to lean up to glance at what was contained within. After a few moments longer of rummaging, Anon finally straightened up.

“Right then. It may surprise you to hear, but your mom absolutely loves this. I just hope it fits you…” He turned around, presenting to his daughter what he had retrieved: a spiked black leather collar. Flurry’s eyes widened, and she felt her heart start beating faster in her chest.

“W-wha-? Y-you want me to wear a spiked collar?!” She asked incredulously.

“Not want, really. Need. Besides, it’ll suit your new mane colour.”

“T-this is, uh, not what I was expecting. But I’ll do it still. I actually really like the look of it.” She admitted, her horn lighting up, encasing the collar in a blue glow. She tried tugging the collar out of her father’s grasp, but his grip held firm.

“Oh no, little filly. Putting the collar on you is my job, as a perfectly responsible dad.” He smirked at that, and started walking over to Flurry, the light around her horn and the collar fading. “But this is just the start, sweetie.” He said in a mock-sinister voice, a pseudo-evil grin forming from the smirk.

Flurry was now looking up at Anon with wide eyes, her heartbeat getting even faster than before, unsure of these strange feelings her father was invoking within her.

“And we can’t have any magic use, either. I’ve got the perfect thing for that, but first…” He now unbuckled the collar, and wrapped it around his daughter’s neck.

Her heart was going a mile a minute by this point. She had no idea what to think as her father tightened and fastened the collar. Was she scared? Excited? Terrified? Thrilled? She knew one thing though: she didn’t want her dad to stop. In fact she wanted more.

Anon stepped back, admiring his now collared daughter. “C’est magnifique.” He exclaimed, even kissing the tip of his thumb and forefinger. At Flurry’s look of confusion he smiled sheepishly. “Uh, right, you don’t know French. Neither do I really. It means ‘magnificent’.”

“Can I get off the bed now and see for myself?” Flurry asked hopefully.

“No. You can have a look when I’m done. This shouldn’t take too long.” He turned back around and continued rummaging around in the chest some more. Instead of coming back up with each thing individually, this time he just chucked everything over his head that he found that he wanted.

“What is all this stuff for?” Flurry inquired. “And what’s even in that chest?”

“If I was a responsible parent I shouldn’t tell you, but I’m not a responsible parent, so I will tell you.” Flurry’s ears perked up. “Later.” Her ears went straight back down.

“Why not now?”

“Because there are a lot of things to explain, and maybe even demonstrate. You won’t understand what all of this is for yet. Unless you’ve been a naughty girl behind my back.” Anon glanced back over his shoulder momentarily at Flurry, one eyebrow raised.

“O-of course not. I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She said, attempting to sound dishonest, even though her statement was indeed true.

“Good. That means I get to teach you everything. This is gonna be so much fun, for both of us. And maybe even your mom. Trust me.”

A shiver went down Flurry’s spine as he said that. “You know you never answered my first question. What’s does all of this stuff you’re throwing out do exactly?”

“I’ll explain as I go, let me just grab everything I need first.”

“Ugh, fine.”

A couple of minutes later, Anon finally re-emerged, holding the last of the things he needed in one hand: a roll of duct tape. He closed the chest with his free hand, then grabbed the padlock from the table next to it, locking the chest, removing the key, and pocketing it.

Flurry’s eyes were on the key the whole time, debating whether she should attempt to steal the key at some point just to see what was in the chest for herself. She ultimately decided against it, remembering that her dad had already said he would show her, and maybe even demonstrate to her what the stuff in there did, and what it was for, whatever that was.

“Okay then, that should be everything.” He chucked the tape on the bed, and picked up everything else which was still littered around the floor.

“What’s the tape for?”

“God fuck, you’re such an impatient filly aren’t you? Give me like five minutes and you’ll find out.” He booped her nose quite hard. Flurry stuck her tongue out at that, licking his finger, closing her eyes as she did so. “Right let’s see here… tape, ball gag, leash, horn ring, hair scrunchies…” Anon trailed off, murmuring incoherently.

“Right, lets start with the horn ring. I’ll do the gag last, because just a warning you won’t be able to speak when it’s in. I also won’t put the vibrator in yet. I’d rather get you accustomed to what I’m about to tell you about first. Which I still haven’t told you about.”

Upon realising this, Anon proceeded to give Flurry a general overview of sex as he continued to ‘get her ready’. She needed to learn some time, after all, and being the responsible parent that he is, he’s even going to demonstrate it personally. Probably multiple times.

During the explanation, Flurry listened very attentively, her heart rate slowly get faster. She also became acutely aware of the small pool of fluids, that had gathered underneath her on the bed, and also on her legs.

In turn each of the items found their way onto her: ring on horn, leash on the collar, a hair scrunchie on her tail to hold it high up, and tape to hold down her wings. He could have probably used a rope, belt or something else, but for some very strange reason he had quite the thing for duct tape, especially after he found out that Cadance also had a fetish for it as well.

I wonder whether it runs in the family… he thought as he cut off a bit of duct tape.

“Why do you need tape?” Flurry inquired, tilting her head to the side in a cute manner.

“To tape your wings down. I will also warn you that this might hurt a little when taking the tape off, but I’ll be as gentle as possible when the time comes.”

“Is this a fetish of yours then dad?”

Anon actually blushed, somewhat. “Uh, yeah. I actually got it from your mom. She absolutely loves being tied up with duct tape. I was wondering if it ran in the family.”

“Well if mom likes it, surely I will to. I actually really like all of this, for some reason. It makes me feel funny inside, but like a good funny. I really wish that I’d found out about this sooner.”

“Even though your mom’s probably still going to chew me out for this, or join us” (he mutters under his breath, a spark of hope forming) “it would likely have been a hell of a lot worse if I’d done this any sooner. This is the kind of age most kids back on earth got taught sex ed. Although nearly none went like this, as it was illegal to have sex with anyone under the age of 16 where I come from.”

“Why? From what you’ve said so far, it seems like a really good thing. Surely everyone should be allowed to do it with whoever they want?”

“Yeah, that’s what you’d think. Its just all down to morals of certain people in power and other boring political shite that I won’t explain now cos its boring.”

“Explain it to me later then? I love listening to you tell me things from your old planet.”

“Politics from my world are very boring, I’d rather not tell you. I’ll still tell you if you really want though.” Flurry nodded her head in answer.

“I think we’ve gotten a little off track here.”

“Is that why mom would get mad at you then?”

Anon opened his mouth to respond, but closed it a second later. He then opening it again, saying “I only just realised that. We ain’t on earth, the laws on the matter are probably very different here, especially if all ponies have the same opinion as you. My guess to which would be a yes considering just how much at ‘peace’ you ponies seem to be.”

He remained silent for a moment. “Well, that completely nullifies any guilt I may have felt doing this to you. I will give you one chance to speak your mind to me. Do you actually want to do what I’m planning on doing with you? What I have in mind is quite… depraved, would be a good word.”

“Yes. I trust you dad. If what you say is true about it being a way to show love between ponies, and if you do it with mom and she loves it, then yes. Even if it is generally meant to be done between couples.”

“Excellent. Now that all the boring shit is out of the way, we can get started proper.” So without any more hesitation, he finally took the piece of duct tape he still had in his hand, and firmly placed it hallway between her right wing and body. He repeated this a few times, ensuring that there was no way she could extend her wings. “That should just about do it. Try lifting your wings.” She tried, her wings merely twitching at her sides. “Excellent. We cant have you flying away now can we honey?” He scratched behind her ears a few times, causing her to lean her head up into his hand like a cat.

“Alright, I’m gonna put the gag in now.” He fastened the gag tightly in her mouth. It was a perfect fit, just like on her mom. “It’s like this stuff was made to fit you. By the way you can see what you look like now.”

Wow. I look… Pretty good. I like this new look. Flurry thought as she posed in front of a mirror.

“It looks like you enjoy my handiwork.” Flurry nodded. “You really are just like your mother. I wonder what exactly you got from Shining…?” Anon pondered aloud.

At the mention of her real dad, Flurry stopped posing and looked away in disgust and shame.

Realising his error, Anon looked down in guilt. “Sorry I bought that up. I forgot that’s a touchy subject for you.”

A few awkward seconds passed. “Anyway, now that you’re all set, let’s get out of here and show off your new look!” Anon approached Flurry and grabbed the leash off the bed. He gave it a couple of gentle tugs, encouraging her to follow him, to which she abided.

“How about we go get some lunch from somewhere in the city before we head for the hairdressers? I dunno about you but I’m pretty fucking hungry at the minute.” Flurry nodded at the question, attempting to smile around the gag.

With that decided, they began heading out through the castle. They passed quite a few servants and guards on their way out, some of them giving the pair very questioning looks, some of them being so surprised by the sight that they dropped whatever they were holding or doing to stare wide eyed until they were out of sight.  More than a few of the male guards even started drooling at the sight of Flurry Heart.

Neither Anon or Flurry paid any of them any mind. They just continued to walk to the exit, Anon leading her with the leash. In the back of his mind he couldn’t help but feel very excited at what he was doing at the minute, but at the same time how wrong, depraved, and if he was back on earth, paedophilic it might be. It was strange to say the least.

They were out of the castle before they knew it. Anon couldn’t keep the smile off his face as he began to lead his daughter like a dog through the city. The amount of looks that they got increased exponentially, many of the crystal ponies also stopping what they were doing to stare at the two.

It took them about ten minutes to reach the place that Anon had in mind. The two stopped in front of the quaint little café, gazing up at the sign which read ‘Vanilla Bean’s coffee shop’. “I dunno if you’ve ever been here before, but I occasionally bring your mom here for lunch when our schedules meet. They do some real nice pancakes in here. Also the mare that owns it is really cute.”

Flurry gave Anon a bit of a glare at that last statement, to which Anon just grinned and ruffled her mane a bit. “But not as cute as you, don’t worry.” He says encouragingly, which made Flurry lean her head up into Anon’s hand.

“Welcome back Anon!” A very cheerful voice echoed across the room as the two entered, causing a couple of heads to turn in their direction. “It’s lovely to see you again!” They approached the currently empty counter, behind which was stood an adorable mare who was waving with an exceptionally wide smile on her face.

“Hey there Vanilla, how are you today?” Anon asked her, leaning on the counter.

“Business is pretty slow today, as you can see I don’t have too many customers at the minute.” Her smile took a hit, but then returned full force. “But it’s always a great pleasure to see you, Anon!”

“The feeling’s mutual. I’m just here for some lunch before I head down to the hairdressers to get Flurry’s mane dyed, and probably cut and restyled.”

At the mention of Flurry, Vanilla put her hooves on the counter so she could get a good look at said pony. “Yeah, she could definitely use a trim. Her mane and tail are looking a bit messy.” She commented, not even caring about everything else on her. Flurry just glared up at her. “So, what can I get for you today?”

“We’ll take two stacks of pancakes, whipped cream and an assortment of berries on top. I also want some toffee sauce on mine. Do you want toffee sauce sweetie?” He questioned his daughter. She shook her head no. “Yeah and one cappuccino with caramel syrup, and a glass of orange juice.”

Before Vanilla could say anything Flurry tapped Anon on the legs, and tried to talk around her gag.

“What’s that now?” Anon asks, removing the gag.

“Can I also have a cup of coffee?”

“Oh, you’re much too young to drink coffee sweetie. Besides you love orange juice.” He pats her on the head again, causing her to pout. He doesn’t put the gag back in though, instead he just wipes it on his shirt then pockets it, turning back to Vanilla. “So yeah that’s it.”

“You know you two are so adorable together. You’re actually making me quite jealous.” Now it was Vanilla’s turn to pout. Anon reached over the counter and then started scratching her ears, causing her to coo in delight.

“Don’t worry I won’t leave you out.”

After a few seconds of ear scratches Anon pulls back, leaving Vanilla pouting again, but she quickly realises she has a job to do, and rings up their orders on the till. “That’ll be twelve bits then.”

Anon pulls his wallet out of his back pocket, and counts out twelve bits from it. He puts them on the counter, then returns to his wallet and counts out another twenty, putting them into a bowl on the counter which says ‘donations’.

“Sorry I don’t have any more on me, I didn’t realise we’d be coming today.”

“Its perfectly alright, you don’t need to keep donating! Not that it isn’t welcome.” Vanilla insists.

“How else can I ensure my favourite café will stay open forever?”

“Well, thank you so much! I’ll bring your order over in about five to ten minutes.” She then grabs the receipt and heads into the kitchen.

Once she was gone, Flurry turned around and started trotting straight for a table next to a window, dragging her dad with her by the leash.

Getting the hint, Anon allowed himself to be tugged along, deciding not to say anything.

It didn’t take long for the food to arrive after they were seated. Vanilla came over with a tray balanced on her back with two plates absolutely overloaded with pancakes. As soon as he saw the mare, Anon jumped up and grabbed the tray off her. She gave him a thankful smile.

“You know you really need to come up with some way to carry heavy trays better. Or hire someone to help. Its alright for unicorns, and even pegasi to a degree, but for earth ponies it must be such a pain, and you must drop them so often.”

“Yeah it is quite difficult. But I manage.” Vanilla replied with a sigh.

Anon pondered a bit as he distributed the food and drinks. “I’ll see what I can do about getting you someone. I’ll bet there’d be loads of stallions just jumping to help you out.”

“Really? That would be brilliant if you manage to do so. I have lost quite a bit of money from dropping things since I opened this place.”

“Yeah, Ill have a better think and look round on it a bit later and see whether I can come up with anyone.”

“Thanks, Anon. Princess Cadance is so lucky to have a man like you.” She says with a bit of jealousy, before leaving them to their meal.

“Man, that mare has it bad…” Anon said, glancing over at his daughter, who was already stuffing her face with pancakes. Or rather stuffing the pancakes with her face. Anon chuckled. “Hungry?”

Flurry swallowed a mouthful just to say “starving”, and then shoved her face back into the plate.

After a minute or so Anon spoke up. “I’d slow down a bit if I were you. You’ll give yourself indigestion if you’re not careful.” She slowed down, but only a bit.

The meal went reasonably quickly, the two focusing more on eating than talking. By the end, though, there were two practically spotless plates. Flurry was literally licking her plate like a dog.

“That really hit the spot. I take it you enjoyed it too sweetie?”

“Yeah, they were like the best pancakes I’ve ever had. Thanks dad.”

“Glad you approve of my favourite place.”

“Yeah, we definitely need to come more often. But can we get going now? I really want to go and get my mane done. Also getting all these stares is somewhat… embarrassing.”

“In that case you’re gonna need this back in.” Anon pulled back out the ball gag. Flurry didn’t look best pleased about yet again loosing her ability to talk, but she bore it with as much dignity as she could while he refitted it.

Dropping a few bits on the table as a tip, they both stood back up, Anon giving the leash a couple of tugs as encouragement. He turned and waved to Vanilla, who waved back at him with a smile from behind the counter.

The streets were busier than they were earlier, and as a result they received many more looks of varying levels of disgust, confusion and lust. The hairdressers was only round the corner, so it only took a couple of minutes of staring before the door to the store opened with a jingle, revealing the two very strange figures.

There were a few ponies inside getting their manes and tails done, however they didn’t pay them any mind. The staff certainly did, though, most of their eyes bugging out of their heads as they drank in the sight before them.

“Hey guys. What’s up?” Anon said as casually as he could, trying to hold back laughter. Flurry was partially giggling into her gag, which only made them stare more at her.

They moved over to the front desk, where a Pegasus stallion was stood, unable to take his eyes off the young princess.

“Hey mate. We’re just here to get my daughter’s mane and tail dyed. Do you think you’d be able to fit us in?”

The guy didn’t answer, just continuing to stare at Flurry, who was staring right back at him with a questioning gaze.

“Hey, can you stop looking at my daughter like that you fucking pervert.” Anon said, waving a hand in front of the stallion’s face. He blinked, then looked up at Anon, who had a stern frown but his mouth was twitching, him still trying his hardest not to burst out laughing.

“Oh, uh, sorry sir.” The guy stammered. “Sorry what was it you wanted?”

Anon sighed in disappointment, but he still held a slight smirk. “My daughter. She’s here to get her mane and tail dyed. Can you fit us in?”

“Uh, yeah that should be fine.” He looked down on the desk, presumably at the current bookings. “It should only be about a five minute wait. We’re not too busy today. Take a seat over there if you will, sir.” The stallion said, trying to regain a professional attitude, but still occasionally stealing glances at Flurry.

“Thanks.” Anon simply said. He then had an idea of something he could do just to spite the stallion, and any other stallion for that matter. He bent down, reached under his daughter’s midsection, and hoisted her into the air. She squeaked in surprise at first, but looked around and saw her dad’s massive grin.

Anon then shifted her around till she had her forehooves over his right shoulder, one hand on her flank, massaging it, and the other on her back. She didn’t try to squirm, instead she relaxed slightly, especially when anon sat down and started petting her head and back like a dog, with no small amount of ear scratches.

Flurry always loved it when Anon gave her ear scratches. To her, they were the most heavenly thing, and they would almost always send her to sleep within just a couple of minutes. She hummed in content, shuffling slightly in her father’s grasp to get more comfortable as Anon gave the stallion behind the desk the biggest shit-eating grin, making him blush profusely and look away.

The wait was shorter than they expected, and just as Flurry had started to fall asleep they got called over. Anon patted her on the flank, making her jump. “Mmph!” Flurry tried saying but Anon ignored her, and carried her over to the unicorn mare who had called them. He plopped Flurry down on the chair next to them, much to her dismay. “Later” he told her, patting her head a few more times.

“How may I help you today?” The mare said in a pretty bored tone. She didn’t seem at all fazed by the duo, and just looked at Anon expectantly.

“Uh, well we’re just here so my daughter can have her mane and tail dyed. She wants both to be black.” Anon recited.

The mare just nodded. “I can do that. If you’d like, we have a special offer on a magical treatment which will permanently change somepony’s hair to the color it’s dyed. Would you like me to do that?”

“Is it reversible?”

“Yes, to an extent. You could have her hair dyed again to its original colors. It wouldn’t look identical, but it would be close enough.”

“Then sure.”

“That’s gonna cost an extra thirty bits on top of the base dying cost then.”

“Yeah, I should have enough for that. How long’s this gonna take?”

“’Bout ten to fifteen minutes, probably.”

“Is that it? Man it used to take like forever to dye your hair back where I’m from.”

“Is that all, sir?”

“Actually yeah, do her mane and tail up in ponytails. The scrunchies aren’t going to be in your way are they?”

“No, they’ll be fine. That’ll put the time up to about twenty minutes.”

“Yeah that’s fine, we’re in no rush. That’s everything now.”

With all the information she needed, the mare kicked a lever on the chair Flurry was sat on, and started wheeling it out to the back, Anon in tow.

-

About fifteen minutes later the pair emerged from the back of the hairdressers, Flurry now sporting a very black mane and tail, with her mane done up in a neat ponytail. She was practically prancing out the back doors, despite still having the gag in and being leashed to Anon.

Yet again, they got stares from the staff in the room, but their gazes only lingered for a few seconds this time before going back to their jobs. Flurry lead Anon straight over to the front desk, where the same stallion was looking down at some papers.

As they approached he looked up, his wide eyes immediately going to Flurry. The mare who’d served them came over and actually slapped him in the face, giving him a very angry look. They exchanged a few hushed words, before the mare stormed off back through the door they came out of.

Anon was giving him quite the disbelieving stare, wide eyes an all. Flurry wasn’t even looking at the scene, too focused on looking at her new mane and tail.

“Well, that explains a couple of things.” Anon mumbled to himself, shaking his head, and pulling his wallet out. “Well, that’s what you get for staring so longingly at my daughter.” He said to the stallion, who didn’t look to impressed with his comment.

“That’ll be fifty bits, sir.” The stallion said, trying his best to keep the harsh tone out of his voice, and failing. “I should charge you sixty for that comment, but I wouldn’t get to keep the extra anyway.”

“If I were you I’d get a better marefriend.” Anon advised as he fished out the required amount. “She doesn’t seem like waifu material to me.”

The stallion’s glare actually softened a bit. “Yeah, you’re probably right. I need to get a new job as well, I’m tired of being abused all day.”

“Well, unfortunately I can’t help you there.” Anon thought for a minute. “Actually, now that I think about it, maybe I could help you.” The stallion’s ears perked up, and he looked at Anon with renewed interest. “I know this little café just round the corner. The mare who runs it is real nice. I’m sure she’d be more than happy to hire a handsome stallion such as yourself, god knows she could use the help. You should pop in there when you finish here today, see if she’s willing to take you on. Oh, and say that Anon sent you. She’ll know what it means.”

The stallion looked like he had just won the lottery. His eyes were practically glistening in the sunlight coming through the front window. “Anyway, heres the money. Have a good day, man.” Anon turned and dragged Flurry back out the front door, leaving the stallion dumbfounded.

“Hey, Ash, get back to work!” Was the last they heard before the door shut.

Anon turned around to face Flurry, who was looking at him in confusion. “Uh, its complicated. Lets just say I’m doing them both a favour.” Flurry’s look turned into one of irritation. “Fine, I’ll explain it on the way. If you’re wondering I wanna stop at the pet shop on the way home. You’ll see why later.” He winked at that last part, before turning to lead them down the street.

-

Princess Cadance was struggling to keep her eyes open and a smile on her face. As the pony stood below her rambled on, she could already feel herself start to slip. She felt a yawn coming, and tried her hardest to stop herself from releasing it, causing her face to scrunch up a bit.

“Is something wrong, Princess?” The stallion below asked.

“Oh, nothing. Please, continue.” She said, trying to widen her smile a bit more.

“As I was saying, do you really think that letting someone like that be in charge is a wise decision?”

Her brow furrowed, trying to think of the politest way to tell him yes and to go away at the same time. Just as she was about to open her mouth to reply, the doors to the throne room burst open.

“Hey, Candy! How’s it been going today?” Came the quick shout of her husband Anon, who was striding in, pulling… her daughter… on a leash.

She could only sit there and stare at the pair, Flurry looking pretty happy despite having a gag in her mouth and a collar round her neck.

Boop.

She shook her head, looking up to see Anon smiling down at her. “Well?” He inquired.

“I, uh, its been a bit of a long day.” She decided on after a moment’s thought.

The stallion who was already in the room was dumbfoundedly looking at the trio like they’d just grown three heads each.

“Well, I have the perfect way for you to get rid of that stress.” Anon said as seductively as he could manage, pressing his finger firmly on her nose.

“Honey, I’m kind of in the middle of something…” She tried to say, however was cut off by Anon bending down and picking her up bride style, making her squeak in surprise.

“Its now five in the afternoon. It’s time to finish for the day.” He declared, ignoring the undignified hoof swats he was now getting.

“Hey, don’t worry mate, you’ll see her again later. Just take a good look at the castle in a while.” Anon said as he walked down the steps carrying a still fidgeting Cadance, Flurry trailing along behind like a dog.

The stallion still didn’t move other than to watch as Anon strode back down the throne room and out through the doors.

“Sir, I’m afraid day court is over for today. You can come back another time to finish this, but for now I must ask you to leave.”

-

“Where are you taking us?” Cadance asked eventually when she realised they weren’t on their usual path to their bedroom.

“You’ll see in a minute.”

“And can I ask why you have our daughter in a collar?” She gasped when she realised the other obvious feature that was staring her in the face. “And why in Celestia’s name is her mane black?!”

“She got it dyed of course.”

“Well, I’m a little disappointed in you that you didn’t ask me first. I could have had some much better ideas on how to make it look better. Like having purple streaks though it.”

Anon chuckled. “I was gonna come and ask you but you were busy when she asked earlier.”

“I suppose it doesn’t really matter. I’m assuming there’s a better reason you’ve done what you did, there always is. I’ll find out later.” She gave him a devilish smile.

“Later might be sooner than you think.” Anon said, giving her his own devilish smirk, making her shiver.

“You know you shouldn’t have barged in the throne room like that. You already have a bit of a… reputation with our subjects as it is.” She said trying to put on her best serious face she could muster.

“Maybe you’re right. But it doesn’t really matter, because we’re about to do something that will make things all better.” He said, nuzzling his nose into his wife’s chest floof, breaking her composure and causing her to giggle.

It only took a few more flights of stairs and hallways till they reached their destination.

Cadance looked at Anon confused. “The main balcony? Why would we be here?” She asked.

“Have you really not figured it out? Well, Lets just get a better look.” Anon pushed the doors open, revealing the rather large balcony, but with a few extra details. Cadance’s eyes widened and her heart picked up when she saw it.

On the balcony was now sat a reasonably large bed, complete with a headrest, mountains of pillows, an extremely fluffy blanket and even a bedside table. The table had a candle lantern placed atop, as did the railings. There was also an assortment of other items dotted about on the bed, over half of which she could have sworn were from their special box.

Cadance was speechless, gazing around her in awe. “W-wow. It looks amazing up here. But, why?” She asked as Anon sat down on the bed and putting her into his lap.

“Well, I may as well tell you now. Flurry’s 14. I believe she needs to learn the in’s and out’s of sex, and what better way to do so than to watch her mommy and daddy go at it as long and hard as possible for a few hours?”

Cadance blushed probably harder than she’d ever done in her life; her face was lit up like a tomato. Anon could also feel a very wet spot on his right leg.

He bent down to her ear, and whispered: “how else is she going to grow up to be as kinky and good at sex as you?”

That sentence triggered something primal within her, causing her to jump Anon and start feverishly kissing him. The two restled on the bed for a short while, till Anon managed to get his hands onto her sides and hoist her off him, holding her above him while he lay on his back.

“Jesus, that was intense, but calm down a sec, will you? I have to sort something out first.”

He put her to the side, where she lay down on her belly looking hungrily at him. Throughout this Flurry had just sat on the floor looking up at the two in amazement.

“Sorry for just leaving you here, sweetie. I got just the thing to give you a proper front row seat on this.” He picked her up and climbed on the bed with her. “Where is it…” He muttered as he searched the bed. “Ah, here we go.”

He held up a reasonably sized egg shaped vibrator, flipping the switch on the connected remote twice to check it still worked. He sat down and tapped his lap. “Can you come over and stick your ass up to me sweetie?”

Flurry obeyed, clambering over to him. She stepped up onto his lap, turning around once on and lowering her front half, presenting her reasonably wet pussy to her father. Anon pushed two of his fingers in slowly, eliciting a muffled gasp. Once they were fully in, he pulled them out. Once out, he pressed the egg directly onto her outer lips, pushing lightly. He increased the amount of force until the egg finally parted her lips fully, allowing him to push the egg in as deep as he could.

While he had been doing that, Cadance had gotten quite fed up of waiting, and was crawling as silently as she could over to him. When she was in range, she leapt onto his back.

Anon jumped, not expecting the sudden attack. “Jesus don’t do that.” He said, stroking Flurry’s mane to calm himself down. “I know you want attention.” She ran her tongue up and down his neck. “Let me get undressed then.”

But she really didn’t want to wait any longer. She lit her horn up, and teleported all of his clothes off with a flash of blue light.

“That works.” He picked the controller for the egg vibrator and turned it on, and then flipping the dial to about a third. Flurry grunted in shock and pleasure as she literally fell off her dad’s lap backwards, writhing on the bed.

“Okay, that’s way too high.” He changed the dial to a mere eighth of it max. “That should do. Now Flurry, just one thing.” Her ear twitched slightly. Well, slightly differently to how it just was. “Do not touch yourself down there. I mean it.” He said sternly. Managing to sit up now, all his daughter could do was groan in pleasure as she wondered what these heavenly feelings coursing through her were.

The instant he turned away from her back to his wife, he immediately got pulled down into a very intense kiss, her grinding her very moist pussy on his lower stomach.